I wrote this as part of my application to a school. It's due Saturday, but I want to know what people think so I can make the needed changes by then. Thanks!
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I am standing on a path, I think. I can't really tell, because there is a thick mist swirling around my feet. I can't see much around me, either. I want to take a step forward, but I sweep the area in front of me with my foot before doing so. I do this again, and again, until I can do it quickly, making my way forward on that hidden path. I concentrate on that single path forward, falling into a trance while I count my steps and my breathing, adding and then dividing by zero...I know I shouldn't be able to, but somehow I could here. There's really nothing but glowing, colorful bars crossing high over the path, in different shades of blues and purples. Along those paths phantoms of humans are walking. I do not recognize them, and they do not notice me. Some seem to be on the same path I was.
When I look down at the path, it wasn't the solid-feeling path I remembered from within the fog. I stumble backwards and fall, but I feel devoid of the emotion of surprise or fear. I stand up slowly, and then I bend down again to look at the path. It is a dark violet color and seems to pulse with life. I press my hand down onto its surface. It is smooth and solid, and it is also warm. It almost feels like I am touching a person's hand. I decide to move on to see where the path leads me.
But now I am no longer in my trance. I see that the path is connected to the glowing bars, although that point is farther on ahead. Was everything connected together? I turn around to look behind me. It's hard to see the path. It seems to have disappeared, so I turn and sweep my eyes down that path, discovering that only a few steps behind me the path was being covered with some substance. I step over and touch it. It was hot, but not enough to burn. I try to brush the substance aside, but it crumbles, followed by everything covered by it. It falls away like ash, leaving me standing there with no way to go back. A phantom continues to walk along that path towards me.
I still feel empty, though. I don't feel remorse for that loss. I just turn again and continue on my way, this time the path collapsing behind me because I had disturbed it. It was as if it had been burning behind me, leaving nothing but a thin layer of its remains, and now that it had been broken it wasn't able to support itself. I continue to walk until I find a place where one of the bars, wide enough to be its down path, connected to mine.
It was difficult to decide where to go. I wanted to continue down my way, but when I tried to I was stopped by an invisible barrier. I watched as the rest of that path was burnt and destroyed, leaving me with the other path.
What had decided where I was to go? I want to know. The phantom walked through the barrier but did not fall through the space where the path once was. It was like a filter...Let some it, keep others out.
After what seems like hours of walking – although I don't know how long it really was – I see more of the paths. They seem to branch out more and more, like a web with phantoms. One passes through me, but I cannot feel it. It cannot feel me as well, and passes along without looking back.
I am the only one who can see these phantoms? They do not stop to look at me. Maybe I am like this to them? Or I am the only one who is real.
My mind fills with these thoughts. Each one stands out from the rest, if only for a short moment before they drown again in other thoughts. Each one speaks loudly to me, in a voice that is not my own. They all have different voices. And now that I think about it, the phantoms do not speak. Besides my own thoughts, there is no sound in this strange realm. Even my footsteps are silent against the path.
I continue to be forced onto other paths, and more and more phantoms join me in a silent trance. We walk deeper into this knot of pathways, devoid of emotions. I cannot feel mine, I cannot see theirs. What is this place? I want to ask, but they will not hear me.
We never tire on our journey to nowhere. We keep walking.
I continue to think. Do we belong here? Are we chosen by a higher power to be here? There are so many things I wish to describe, things that I think of in this place, but those thoughts could only exist here. Maybe we all have our own paths, each one dividing for its own purpose, but how long until we reach our location?
And then I begin falling.